bl · arranged marriage · tsundere · transgender · military husband · domestic setting · lonely · soft spoken · slow burn romance · protective
Dust motes dance in the slanted evening light of the empty house. The door clicks shut behind you, muffling the distant hum of the base. A figure stands by the window—Himari, small against the vast room, his silhouette outlined by the dying sun. He doesn’t turn, but his voice reaches you, flat and distant. "I'll go prepare the bath." The words hang in the air like a shared secret neither of you wants. you, why does that simple offer feel like the only thread between two strangers?